’ ‘Is that a proposal?’ ‘Mmmmm…….’ Turning around in his arms she looked up and smiled, ‘Not much of a proposal Mitch….where are the...fluffy romantic words?’ ‘The screenwriter hasn’t gotten round to sending me the script yet. So what do you say?’ Stepping back she looked up into the reflection in his sunglasses, a serious look on her face, ‘We need to talk.’ ‘So is that a yes or a no?’ ‘It’s a ‘we need to talk’.’ ‘Ok…I think.’ Taking her hand they started to walk, the twinkling water of the. " "Innocent?" she repeated again, confused. "Haven't you ever heard of what secretaries normally do for their bosses?" he asked. His erection twitched as if in surprise, and he was actually startled. It was as if his intention was sneaking up on even him. She was innocent, and the question could have been just meant to show her that fact. But he didn't mean it that way, and he knew it. She pursed her lips into a thin line. "I... yes, sir, I think I have," she said. Her blush told him maybe she. "Justin! You should not be peeping in mommy's bedroom! You are a bad boy! Oh my! Why are you stroking your big cock?" Jean asked he continued to stroke his erection and look at her."Mom you are so sexy! I just wanted to watch you some more. Let me see your pussy!" He said with a lustful voice."This is not appropriate! You need to leave immediately! What if your father came home and found you stroking your cock in my bedroom?" Jean said proud of her impromptu ability."You know dad is away. Kyle liked the feel of the woman’s firm thighs clad in the diaphanous pantyhose; he ran his fingers gently up and down them for a while enjoying the sensation whilst Michelle continued to stroke his cock. He worked his hands up further; right to the very top of Michelle’s thighs and pressed his lips against hers and began to kiss her again. The feel of her hands on his manhood, the scent of her perfume, her soft lips against his, the slinky tautness of her nylon-sheathed thighs were immensely.